Quotes About Fate

A Molotschna, la sort no existeix. És pecat creure en la sort. Un s'ha d'avergonyir de plorar. Tot és voluntat de Déu, res no queda abandonat a l'atzar en la creació de Déu. Si Déu va crear el món, per què no ens hi hem d'incloure nosaltres?

És veritat, diu la Mariche. No tenim pas la intenció de travessar el planeta. I per què no?, replica l'Ona. I afegeix una dada interessant. Sabíeu, diu, que el període de migració de les papallones i dels espiadimonis és tan llarg que sovint només arriben al destí marcat els nets d'aquestes espècies?

It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be.

Fairness, he said, 'does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young.

It is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.

But fates are connected in ways we don't understand.

The length of your days does not belong to you.

Sometimes, love brings you together even as life keeps you apart.

There are five people you meet in heaven, the Blue Man suddenly said. Each of us was in your life for a reason. You may not have known the reason at the time, and that is what heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth.

when your time came, it came, and that was that. You might say something smart on your way out, but you might just as easily say something stupid.

Had he known his death was imminent, he might have gone somewhere else. Instead, he did what we all do. He went about his dull routine as if all the days in the world were still to come.

This is the story of a man named Eddie and it starts at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun. It may seem strange to start a story with and ending, but all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.

You say you should have died instead of me. But during my time on earth, people died instead of me, too. It happens every day. When lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that you might have been on. When your colleague falls ill and you do not. We think such things are random. But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole.

Each of us was in your life for a reason. You may not have known the reason at the time, and that is what heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth.

As children grow, they gravitate to their fates.

It is never too late or too soon, the old man had said. It is when it is supposed to be.

I believe he died this way on purpose. I believe he wanted no chilling moments, no one to witness his last breath and be haunted by it, the way he had been haunted by his mother's death-notice telegram or by his father's corpse in the city morgue.

There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.

We cannot stop what Heaven chooses.

There are no random acts.

Take one story, viewed from two different angles. It is the same day, the same moment, but one angle ends happily... and the other ends badly.

He wondered how it was fair that your dying should depend so much on when you were born.

The hands of a clock will find their way home.

Fate succumbs many a species: one alone jeopardises itself." —W. H. AUDEN